The sort of sailing I do could never be done in this dress. I don’t lounge on the deck of a grand yacht with a glass of champers. Instead, I’m in a dinghy, heeled over as far as possible, barely in control, and always in danger of capsizing.
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Dress, Gap. Boots, Ariat. Sunglasses, Meow Meow. Earrings, Epcot Mexico. Belt, Gap (thrifted). Bag, Croft & Barrow.
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And I wonder why no one wants to go sailing with me.
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